Good Massey

Simple is as simple does. I knew once I was in the States I could deal with him. As long as he got what he thought he wanted He would be happy. I on the other hand was not happy. He wanted me to clean, cook and be his sex slave. I had no problrms with those things as long as I had time for myself. We talked long and hard over my independance and i won a little. I was able to go shopping and that was a start. I took the bus to the mall. I was sitting in the mall's food court and watch these boys at the table in front of mine. I noticed them